Hey guys! So, you probably hate me right now for not updating . . . well . . . what can I say? My life is busy, I'm lazy, oh, and I've had writers block. And it was only a little while ago when I had enough reviews. I'm hurt you guys. I know that a lot more of you read this than those who review. I WANT YOU ALL TO REVIEW! Okay . . . I'm just gonna write now . . .

Disclaimer:

ME: Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax!

MAX: What?

ME: Do the disclaimer.

MAX: No. You made Angel and I abused kids!

ME: Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzyy!

Gazzy: Yea?

ME: Can you do the disclaimer in Max's voice?

GAZZY IN MAX'S VOICE: eternalreader62 does not own the maximum ride series.

Chapter 6: My First Day Off In How Long?

MAX P.O.V

The next day Angel and I woke up extra early so we could apply the right amount of concealer and wear something other than the uninteresting clothes we wore to school. You might be wondering why we had to be extra careful about the concealer it's because parent's who actually care – Nudges parents – are the hardest people to lie to about bruises. They always seem to know. Anyway, in the end Angel wore a long-sleeved pale pink dress that ironically used to be mine, and gray stockings with the same shoes she wears to school. I wore a black tee-shirt that had a faded read heart on the front with white wings and black jeans. I wore a thin red jacket over it. And the shoes I wore to school. We don't have very many options when it comes to clothes. I am given $50 every 3 months to buy Angel and me new clothes. It's never enough.

We grabbed out school bags and silently sneaked out the front door. We hid our bags and my crutches in the bushes outside the house and walked towards the house that Nudge said was hers. IT was exactly 8:31 when I rang the door bell and it was exactly 8:35 when Fang answered the door. I know this because I kept looking at the clock through one of the windows by the front door. "If there any particular reason why you are answering Nudge's door?" As soon as the words left my mouth a huge water balloon hit fang on the back of the head and exploded. Water dripped down the back of his neck and off the sides of his face. "Iggy has water balloons and Nugde is wearing make-up." And in normal words that translates to: Iggy and Gazzy are having a water balloon fight and Nudge didn't want to ruin her make-up so she is hiding and couldn't answer the door in fear of being hit.

I was just about to enter the room when I realised that water would smudge our concealer. But it was too late. A water balloon exploded against my shoulder soaking me and causing my concealer to drip. And it continued to drip. Down my neck, down my arms. The room went silent. I could feel the eyes on me. I could practically hear their thoughts floating through the air. 'what happened to her?' 'why does she have bruises all over herself?'

Eventually they got it out of us; the whole story, the abuse. The whole, we don't have a room thing. Everything. Then, of course, Nudge made me have a shower and change into some clean clothes; a tee shirt and some jeans. But they could see everything now; all of the bruising on my arms, the scars, my black eye. They were almost silent.

"We have to tell someone." I was shocked to see that it was Fang, of all people, who broke the silence. And he was saying that we needed to tell people something. I shrugged. "It's not that bad. And I can handle myself. And I can risk losing Angel. We're all each other have." I said looking down at the girl who was clinging onto my arm. The room was quiet again. "I still think you should tell, but it's your choice. I can't force you. And even if I told, you've managed to hide it this long, who's to say you can't hide it for longer." By now we were all staring at him open mouthed. Not just at the fact that he had thought it through that much but at the fact he was talking so much. He never talked.

In the end I convinced everyone to think nothing of it and just act like everything was normal. But I couldn't help but realise that they treated us a lot more carefully. I knew they didn't believe my cover-up-story for my ankle but they didn't question it. Either they didn't want to hear the details or they didn't want us to have to repeat them.

We were all laughing at something when we hear a car pull up out the front. We froze. Nudges parents? But they were asleep. "It's my brother Caine!" She whisper shouted. After that little announcement everything was a rush of us running to Nudge's room, tripping over each other's legs, and getting stuck in her bedroom doorway. As soon as Angel and I were in, Nudge set to work fixing my cover-up - which had been washed away so she had to apply from scratch – and checking to see if Angel need anything fixed up a little. She was just putting away her make-up box when a guy, who looked around 25, opened her door and said
"Nudge, I'm home. Oh, I didn't know you had friends over. Hey – is that a scar." He was pointing at the side of my knee. Oh no. It was a scar. One that I received by being pushed into a glass cabinet on my last birthday. How the hell was I gonna be able to explain that?

Oh . . . What should she tell him? And I'm not gonna make him a main character I just needed something interesting to happen. You know, besides everyone finding out. Again I'm sorry I haven't updated. And I will not update until I have a total of 46 reviews, that's only 10 that I need for this chapter. So R&R or it could be another 3 months or however long it's been before I update again.

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